petty neighbour

God that stupid cow down the road has riled me again so I can't sleep till I get this off my chest; She rang up with the old "I don't like to tell tales but...." and I knew my son; monkey, had pissed off her horrid skinheaded kid again! She can never see what an obnoxious kid he is, of course. I mean monkey's no angel but at least I can see that. So apparately monkey called him a fat git, well he is!!!!! Spot on, and if she changed her Friday at 4pm dead on the dot delivery from Dominoes Pizza to a fruit basket delivery or something, then this wouldn't be happening. Anyway Monkey's probably doing the little penknife carried yob a favour in the longrun; get him paraniod and he will lose weight, thus making the chances of him being an overweight, spotty, unloved teenager less likely, something skinny malinkey, her, should thank me for, not ring me up moaning about! She does my head right in, and makes me depressed and want to move but I can't!!!
Anyway, the kids made mothers day lovely and the house smells of lovely daffoldils not dominoes pizzas so I should be happy!